"A fortune in hidden gold," repeated Frank. "I hope he finds it all right."
"It was stolen from one of the big companies, wasn't it?"
"Yes. He says that an entire shipment of bullion was stolen before it left the camp, so they believe it must have been hidden somewhere in the neighborhood."
"And his job is to find it."
"If he can. And the thieves as well."
Joe sighed. "I sure would like to be out there right now. We might be able to help him."
"Well, we've helped him in other cases, but I guess we're out of luck this time. Montana is too far away."
"Yes, and we have to keep on going to school. I'll be glad when we're through school and can be regular detectives like dad."
Frank grinned. "No use grouching about it," he said cheerfully. "Our time will come some day."
"Yes, but it seems a long time coming," replied Joe, smiling ruefully.